Everything he saw was real!
There are very few pedestrians coming and going in the town, and most people are busy with farm work.
The old beggar looked around, found an open space, took out a small, uneven copper basin from his pocket, and knocked it with a stone.
Just listen to him shouting loudly: "If there is a spirit, give me money, if it doesn't work, I won't take any money. The little half-immortal is here with his iron mouth, and he will hit the mark with every cent!"
He took a breath and yelled again: "If you have doubts in your heart, your future is unclear, you have lost something and found someone, you are in trouble in business, if you want to ask anything, there will be an answer! The little half-immortal is so open-minded that he has no idea, everyone, come and feed me!"
"Eunuch," Zhang Guiji said, "you use too many words and people can't understand."
The old beggar glared at him, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then knocked on the copper basin and shouted: "The little prodigy who has predicted the future of reincarnation in Ghost Valley is here!" He shouted, then lowered his head and thought for a while: "That's good. So be it."
So he shouted for a long time, until he was hoarse, and then he attracted two men passing by with a load: "What is that old guy shouting?"
"Like some kind of little prodigy...?"
The old beggar showed his remaining black and yellow teeth and said with a playful smile: "This little kid can tell the future, it's very clever."
The two of them frowned, thinking he was a madman, and started to leave.
"No money if it doesn't work!" the old beggar quickly added.
A man said: "It's time to have some fun."
"All right."
The two put down their burdens and asked Zhang Guiji, "Is it okay to ask me anything?"
"Anything is fine." Zhang Guiji puffed up his chest and said seriously.
【turmoil】
Under the big banyan tree at the end of the road, many people of all kinds came. I heard that some of them came all the way from Guangzhou.
With so many people gathered together, it should be quite noisy.
Under the big banyan tree, it was so quiet that you could even hear the fallen leaves brushing the air.
very quiet.
Under the very quiet tree, an old man and a young man were sitting casually.
It doesn't feel like sitting down, it doesn't feel like lying down, it just leans on the tree trunk casually.
The boy was also very sensible. He only whispered in his ears what he saw to people who came to ask for help, and did not announce it loudly.
After hearing the boy's words, some of the visitors were dubious, some were happy, and some were sad. No matter what, they never forgot to pay before leaving.
Over the course of one day, Old Beggar no longer looked like Old Beggar, but instead became an old rich man.
"I said Aji, what should we do now?" the old beggar said with a sad face.
"Father-in-law, do you still doubt me?"
"No, I know you are really the little iron mouth of a god who came to this world... What I'm worried about is that I have too much money with me and it's too heavy. There's no place to exchange banknotes (paper money) in this deserted village. What should I do? "
"My father-in-law thinks it's too heavy. Just throw it away as much as you have used. You can earn more tomorrow."
The old beggar smiled, his black and yellow teeth particularly eye-catching: "That's right."
The two of them found out which poor and helpless families there were, gave them money, and left enough to buy some food supplies before returning to the ruined temple where they settled.
The old beggar piled some hay in the corner of the temple, sat on it comfortably, and sighed.
He closed his eyes for a while, then put his hand into his clothes and took out the purple bamboo plaque with the four characters "Guangdong Nanhai" written on it.
"Aji, how long do I have until I die?"
Zhang Guiji blinked: "I don't know."
"You bastard, tell me you don't know? You're lying." Old Beggar said with a bitter smile.
Zhang Guiji said nothing and silently bit into the scallion pancake.
The ruined temple was getting darker and darker, and the dusk sun dyed the temple yellow.
The old beggar's face looked even more aged under this ancient color.
"Eunuch..." Zhang Guiji whispered, "Only the day after tomorrow."
"so fast."
Lao Jinghua stroked the Zizhu brand and sniffed it reluctantly.
The original bamboo fragrance of Zizhu brand has disappeared, but it has absorbed the sour smell of old beggars.
"Aji, you have to keep this thing properly..." He handed the purple bamboo card to Zhang Guiji, "After I die, I have to ask you to do a few things."
"My father-in-law, please give me your instructions." Zhang Guiji still whispered.
"Listen..." The old beggar explained the disputes within the beggars group clearly: "You see, as the leader of the group, I mediate disputes every day, take care of other beggars who can't get money, and I am so poor that I have to sleep in a ruined temple. , in fact, other group leaders are not like me."
The responsibility of the group leader is to resolve disputes among beggars and allocate begging territory. According to the rules, he must also take a commission from the money earned by other beggars. This can be used to cook porridge when someone cannot ask for money. give them.
He never kept much money in his hands and distributed money to the poor every day, so he was very respected by the beggars. Unlike the tuantou in other counties who relied solely on commissions, many of them became rich and hired concubines to buy fields and collect rent. However, he did not buy property or land, did not marry and have children, and was kind to others, which made other group leaders unhappy.
"To other tuan leaders, my approach is undoubtedly unique and arrogant, destroying their prestige and making it difficult for them." Old Beggar sighed helplessly: "Besides, tuan leaders are usually hereditary. My father and my grandfather They are all Tuantou, but I am alone and have no children to inherit, so the position of Tuantou is very coveted."
"My father-in-law, do you want to say that the people who want to deal with you are my own family members?"
"Probably so." Old Beggar's eyes lit up. "As soon as I die, there will be people vying for this position. Although I am old, some people may not be able to wait." He told Zhang Guiji, if anyone really dares to kill him , what should be done: "Anyway, don't forget what I just ordered! Otherwise, I will die in peace!"
"I remember." Zhang Guiji finally finished the piece of cake.
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In the face of death, some people panic, while others are calm and calm.
The old beggar gave his last words after much thought, and solemnly waited for the person who would send him on his way.
He foresaw his death and prepared for it.
That day, the old and the young did not step out of the ruined temple, but stayed there and waited patiently.
The old beggar wasted the last day of his life in vain.
He waited until the dusky crow cried sadly, and the pale hooked moon cautiously rose into the night sky.
Sure enough, as expected, there was a sound outside the ruined temple.
The sound of a night traveler.
A kind of sound that requires the old beggar to prick up his ears and block the flow of true energy throughout his body before he can hear it.
To Zhang Guiji's ears, the ruined temple was as quiet as dead water.
He had no idea anyone was coming.
"The night owl is crowing!" the old beggar cried softly.
Zhang Guiji was shocked. That was the secret code given by Lao Jinghua in advance.
He immediately got under the magic case and huddled in a corner sheltered by shadows.
Suddenly, pieces of cold light passed by outside, drawing arcs in the sky.
The cold light was light blue, disturbing the air until it screamed softly.
Phew──
Leng Guang suddenly turned red.
Zhang Guiji couldn't see clearly in the shadows, but he thought it looked really good!
Phew──
Something fell below the magic desk and stirred up a little dust.
Zhang Guiji smelled the copper smell of the thing.
I don't know how many people were attacking Lao Jiaohua outside, but I could only feel the cold wind. I couldn't hear the sound of people or the footsteps of fighting.
But in the end, a scream broke the silence.
The moonlight spread quietly and softly into the ruined temple, covering the old beggar's dry and wrinkled skin.
"There is another child." Someone said softly in the darkness.
"Can't keep it?"
The blue-white light flickered in the darkness, as if hesitating: "I wonder if the old man told him anything?"
"...Let's do it."
A big hand reached under the magic table and dragged Zhang Guiji out.
Zhang Guiji didn't scream, just like before.
At that time, the bright knife was also pressed against his throat.
Something is different this time.
"What's up with him?"
Zhang Guiji kept trembling, then his whole body shook like epilepsy, his eyes rolled white, and he kept mumbling.
"You're scared, right?" one person said, "Don't blame me, kid, I'm going to end you..."
Zhang Guiji stopped trembling and opened his eyes to look at them.
He told them: "You are not going to kill me."
"oh?"
"You will be dead before you kill me."
They didn't laugh.
Before they could finish listening to what Zhang Guiji said, everyone got a solid shot in the back.
The needle was filled with lead and was very heavy, so I inserted it very hard.
The needles were poisoned and very poisonous, so they immediately twisted their bodies backwards and fell to the ground frozen.
The ruined temple is no longer lonely, and there are several more lonely souls.
The old beggar lay on the ground and gasped hard. He had exhausted his last strength.
"Eunuch..." Zhang Guiji ran over.
